My Magical Morning
If they had looked out their windows, they would have seen me dancing as the rays of the sun of early morning glinted off my silver hair. I had my laundry basket in my arms filled with clean clothes. My Santa Fe backpack swung back and forth answering the sun with its pink, oranges, and blues. I was in the joy of architecting a new perfect morning.
5:50: Left the house to go to the laundromat. It is my first practice day for when I am traveling. Got to the laundromat as it opened. Parked in front next to Safeway which was perfect because I needed to get laundry detergent and dryer sheets. Lily sat in the front seat watching. I loved having her where she could see me; where she could be cool before the heat of the day set in.
At Safeway, there were only 3 of us in line: a road worker with his yellow safety jacket, a middle-aged man with two donuts, and me. The man with the donuts had left his billfold in the car. Both the road worker and myself pulled out a dollar at the same time for his $1.79 purchase. We all laughed. Even though he tried to refuse, we persisted all in light-hearted playfulness. Then we insisted when he gave the lady checking us out the change, she take it.
6:15: Figured out which washers for which laundry. Even put the large load in the dryer before I realized that it was a dryer. Such fun. Loved hearing the change come out when I put two $5.00 bills in for my quarters. 34 minutes to drive across the parking lot to the WIFI accessible Flour Garden Bakery for a lox and bagel. With 34 minutes ahead of me, I turned on my laptop so excited to write my observing on my craving.
6:30: I will admit that when I got my bagel, I also got two meat bees that are real pests. I pulled out a piece of the salmon and put it on the plate. I pushed it away where they could have their own corner of Creation. I have at the house something to keep the meat bees away, so I will include it in my travel stash. Point taken
7:00: Went back to get my laundry to put it in the dryer. Thought about how fearful people are about my going on the road and living close to the earth, the weather, the creatures, the sky. It is almost as if they want something to happen or go wrong so that their fear of life can be reinforced. Not everyone. Yesterday, I got to listen to a beautiful story. In the company of bright-eyed people who live among the devas of the plants in unity with the sky and the earth, he spoke. He took care of story. Not something that people usually do. As he spoke I so identified with the shaman woman who turned the man she loved away to take care of the people. My skin crawled as I felt the cold ocean salt on my limbs as he and I got into the boat he had brought began to travel with the tide. It was a life I clearly remembered. As he spoke, one part of me spoke with great psychological separation from reality, “I am only identifying with this, but this isn’t me.” However, my being that transverses times and location KNEW it was me. Tears, on their own, slid down my cheeks as I heard this beautiful architect of life tell my story. I knew before he said it, my child would be a boy. I also knew that the teller of the tale had once been my son.
More are finding their way from the land of fear and separation to the land of love and unity. This has been my practice morning and it has been a good one. Merging into the fabric of the Real. Wonder Full.